G  Em E  D  G  C  G

[Verse]
  G                            C             G
I went down the road to see my old man this morning
    C               G
Sat down beside his bed
                      C         G
He woke up and said, "Son, good morning"
        C                 G
I put a pillow behind his head
                C               Em
We talked about him and all his friends
                C                        Em
We talked about now and what he did back then
                C                     Em
We talked about life, we talked about death
        C                         D
Then he grabbed me by the arm and said

[Chorus]
            G              C     G
"Son, don't bury me in no pinstriped suit
G                 C       G
On my feet put my working boots
      Em      D             G
On my back a blue collared shirt
        C      G                C         G
An old pair of coveralls and a fistful of dirt
                  D             C             D           G         C    G
Son, all I ask of you, is don't bury me in no pinstriped suit"

[Verse]
 G                     C                     G
Born and raised on the hard side of a steel town
G                       C                 G
With burning fires and mountains of black coal
                   C        G
All alone is where he lives now
G                        C                 G
With calloused hands and a broken heart of gold
G                     C                  Em
He still talks about time that he never spent
                  C                           Em
And all the angry words he wished he'd never said
                    C                 Em
And all the little things in life he regrets
          C                       D
He still grabs me by the arm and says

[Chorus]
            G              C         G
"Son, don't bury me in no pinstriped suit
                   C      G
On my feet put my working boots
       Em    D              G
On my back a blue collared shirt
G                              C          G
An old pair of coveralls and a fistful of dirt
G                     D             C              D          G
And son, all I ask of you, is don't bury me in no pinstriped suit"

 [Break]

G   C   G             Em  D  G

[Chorus]

G                 D
Son, all I ask of you
      C             D          G
Don't bury me in no pinstriped suit